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lovelycheollie · 4 years ago

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Back Home

“I believe that all of our lives we’re looking for home and if we’re really lucky, we find it in someone’s loving arms. I think that’ what life is-coming home.” –Anita Krizzan

Words: 2512

Hi there! It’s been years, and I’ve been attracted to embrace my Carat side again! I hope everyone’s doing fine, despite of the pandemic we’re experiencing right now. I decided to create a Vernon fic for the reason that I missed my mutuals, especially @chillihansol ((she’s still a Vernon stan how constant I am jelly!)) I hope you guys enjoy this read! My ask is always open for requests

“This is ridiculous,” you mumbled to yourself, staring at the white cyber abyss in front of you. The laptop screen showed nothing but a blank document, a pile of notebooks unevenly stacked to your right. Your chin rested on the top of your palm while you tried your best to think of something that may make you start on your assignment. So much on learning online, you could only rely on yourself and on the urge of just simply finishing and passing whatever needs to be submitted.

It was early in the morning, and supposedly you were to have a hearty breakfast while thinking of ways to somehow cope with the academic stress you were feeling. Even if you were stuck inside your room, you at least knew how to have fun despite being by yourself, may it be simply listening to your favorite song, or cook something easy. While you strolled towards the kitchen, you heard your phone ring and you were being summoned to an online meeting with your classmates. Your to-do checklist was filled again with some assignments meant to be passed on the next day. Staring at the list alone removed the motivation in you to work on your pancakes, and the weather outside could only join you in your tired state.

So there you were, sitting on the office chair and struggling to find the single word that will push you forward to work on your assignment. No word you’ve thought is good enough for the first sentence. Oh how much you’ve hated going through a writer’s block. Deep inside, you just wanted to cram on the homework and sleep your troubles away, but then again, you just really wanted to get rid of everything and just relax without worrying.

As you decided to brew another cup of coffee, someone knocked on your door, which almost caused you to drop your favorite mug onto the floor. You dragged your feet towards the doorway, eyebrows knitted together and eyes ready to glare on whoever was brave enough to bother you early in the morning. But as soon as you saw Vernon flashing a toothy grin, the eyebrows separated, the glare turned into a loving pair of eyes, and your feelings were everywhere. After months of not seeing each other, Vernon was in the flesh, and was already making your morning better.

“’Sup Y/N,” he said, placing his face mask in his bag and removing his white sneakers. You took the time to gawk at his pink sweater and jeans, while still being mentally at awe at his sudden presence. You heard him chuckle a bit as he welcomed himself in the room. “What’s the mug for?”

You rose the mug near to your face, stepping away from the door. “Ah, well, I was brewing coffee. I wasn’t really expecting a visitor, let alone your face.”

“Kind of mean, but I understand.” He lifted the messenger bag and showed you the contents. He had store-bought meat buns, bottled coffee and milk tea, some chips and biscuits stacked inside the bag. Vernon showed another smile which made your heart throb a bit. “I figured you would be stressed today, so I brought the good stuff.”

“How did you even ‘figure out’?”

“You tweeted last night, and you know me. If practice is over then I do the second best thing.”

“Which is?”

“I check your tweets because I’m such a great friend,” he replied to you as he found himself sitting on a bean bag. Vernon placed the goods on the coffee table and stood up again, joining you in the kitchen to get some glasses and plates. He was always like this in your room; he felt like he was at home, especially when he was with you.

Placing the plates on the table, he proceeded to fill the glasses with the coffee and tea, then looked at you and patted the bean bag next to him. You could only roll your eyes while removing the ice tray from the fridge. As you sat beside him, he dug his teeth on the meat buns and let out a satisfactory hum. He found himself at peace, with you alone, and with some convenience store goods. But before you could even copy him, you remembered you had an assignment to start on. The pain of standing up again to grab your laptop was bothersome, and the temptation to relax has strengthened itself.

While chewing on a hearty bite, Vernon took a short glance on the empty online document, then to your struggling fingers, then back to the screen again. He could tell that you were just not having it, the motivation in you to study was missing. Remembering on how he welcomed himself inside, he couldn’t help but feel a little bit guilty. “I can see you’re pretty busy. Did I come at the wrong time?”

“What? Oh no, it’s okay! You actually came at a good time,” you tucked your hair behind your ear, his sight fixated on your fingertips. A sigh escaped your lips as you finally typed some words on the keyboard. “I just needed a small push to start on this one.”

“How many assignments do you have?”

“I got two, plus this one, so three,” you stopped and looked at him, seeing a bit of sauce on the side of his lips. With your motherly instinct, you wiped the sauce off with your thumb and then wiped it on a tissue paper. Before it could even sink in your thoughts as you continued to type, Vernon was flabbergasted. Yes, he knew you were a bit motherly to your friends, but he wasn’t aware that you had the gull to touch someone else’s face. He could feel the blood rush to his cheeks, and he was just trying his best not to let you know how your simple gesture made him feel giddy. The troubles of having a crush on a friend was very much real for this man.

Despite being busy on working as an idol, Vernon would always find time to be with you, as the two of you were close friends. He despised the thought of only being friends with you until the two of you reached adulthood, and he was so sure that he wouldn’t let the two of you stay as friends. But then, even if he finds himself in the perfect situation, the courage to muster up the feelings and confess to you was still a hard mission for him to do. Simply put, he was just crushing on you so badly.

And so, the feelings were put in the lyrics he would sing. They would be seen in the steps he would do onstage. You weren’t that naïve; you can feel that Vernon was signaling something to you. However, you didn’t want to simply assume that this charismatic friend of yours was trying to be more than friends. Hence, you and Vernon are still friends, up to this day.

“Do you want me to help you?” he stammered while trying to act as normal as he can, which you could see, was failing. Seeing him like that, you were starting to feel jittery as well. Your fingers kept pressing backspace from the typing mistakes. The two of you were now facing the same dilemma: how to act properly beside the person you’ve been liking for months.

You cleared your throat and sipped from your glass. Opening the packet of biscuits, you munched on a piece and continued on your homework. “No, I’m okay. I know you’ve been busy, so you should just relax and let me do my own thing.”

“Are you sure Y/N? You know I could help you.”

“Yes, I’m definitely sure. And what you should be doing is resting because I know you’d be pretty busy by tomorrow.”

Then it became silent, with only the rustling of the plastic bags and your fingers typing making the noise. Vernon continued to slip a glance on your work from time to time, and you just did whatever you were doing, despite feeling the heavy weight of his glare. Sometimes, you would catch him looking at you, and he would just give you a goofy grin, and that would be enough for you to punch him lightly on his arms.

As you were reaching the final paragraph of your paper, you felt the urge of chewing something. The last piece of biscuit was across the table, and sadly, you couldn’t rely on your own to reach it. Luckily, beside you was Vernon who had long, slender arms, who busied himself with his mobile games. It was time for you to have him do something.

“Hey Vernon?” you said, eyes glued once again to the monitor.

Vernon paused his game and turned his head to you. “Yeah?”

“Can you pass me the last biscuit? I can’t reach it,” you spoke charmingly, giggling in your head. You were expecting that the biscuit would be placed nearer to you, but your friend wanted revenge to what you did earlier.

Vernon opened the packet and positioned the biscuit in front of your lips. For him, he was doing it simply to lessen your troubles, but to you, it was making you crazy.

“Here you go Y/N,” he spoke, placing the thin, chocolate-flavored biscuit on your lips and licking the rest of the crumbs on his thumb. You were staring with wide eyes as he did so, and when he noticed your surprised look, the thought of his actions hit him on the face. Right now, the two of you were a blushing mess. Panicking for your life, you hurried into finishing the last paragraph of your assignment. There were less mistakes this time as you typed, which felt as an accomplishment to you. You couldn’t dare to look at Vernon with your reddened state, which made you to focus more on your paper.

“Hey Y/N,” he finally spoke as you saved the file. Vernon was simply waiting for your response, sitting beside you while you swallowed your feelings and shut your laptop off. He sat on his knees, eyes staring at you which took you aback. Vernon was serious, and you felt a pang of nervousness to whatever he was thinking. You settled the laptop on the table, and just sat there, thinking of what to say to ease the atmosphere somehow.

“Yes? What is it?”

“Why are we so awkward?” he mumbled, and you made a small laughter as soon as you heard him. Your laughter was music to his ears, and it quickly perked him back to his normal self again.

“I don’t know about you, all I wanted was for you to reach the biscuit, not feed it to me, you dork!”

“You did it first! You wiped the sauce from the corner of my lips!”

You could only blush more while making up words for your rebuttal. “It was my motherly instinct! You did not have to take your revenge on me!”

And while you continued on, Vernon was simply looking at you, adoring your flushed cheeks in the morning light. In his head, you were pretty, even if your face was red, even if you were chatty and embarrassed. His heart was full of you, he knew that he likes you that much. A tiny smirk grew on his lips, which turned into a large smile. Surrendering in defeat, you turned to the other side, bit your lips into one straight line and planted the thought of him smiling at you in the center of your mind.

“Why did you have to be so charming?” you whispered to yourself, making sure that you were the only one who could hear it. You were mistaken though, as Vernon heard it, and kept the butterflies in his stomach.

Vernon’s ringtone broke the silence, and with quaking hands, he answered the call. While he was talking with the caller, you took a piece of paper and wrote something simple on it. Quietly, you sneaked the paper inside his bag, and laughed at yourself. You imagine a laughing Vernon in the middle of the street, with the paper in between his fingers.

“Y/N, our manager called. He said he wanted to meet us all in the dorm,” he told you while fixing his bag and checking his belongings inside. He had a gloomy look imprinted on his face, and you were affected by the sudden news as well. Vernon was going to leave so soon, and it will take a while again to see him and bond with him. “He wants to meet us right now. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay, you’re an idol! You’ll be busy at times and it’s okay! I understand!” you showed a sad smile, which made Vernon ache for a hug with you.

“Don’t you worry! After the meeting, I’ll come back immediately! Lunch will be my treat!” Vernon replied with another grin, lifting his arms to pat you on the head. The two of you walked to the door, and you can’t help but become a little bit greedy to him. Deep inside, you wished that he didn’t have to leave, and that you would spend the whole day with him.

After putting the mask on, he stood up, looking at you once more and poking your head. “Hey, don’t be sad. I’ll be back soon enough!”

You braved yourself to hug him, which startled him a bit. He then hugged you back, his warmth seeping on his clothes to your skin, and his arms tightly wrapped around you. The moment was short-lived, as you backed away from him and returned the smile he’s been giving you. “You better take care of yourself Vernon!”

He opened the door and stayed outside, still holding on to your warmth. Head turning, you were there behind him, in your favorite loungewear, waiting for him to continue ahead. To him, you were the epitome of a home, and he knows that no matter what would happen, he would always come back to you. In the busiest day, or in the darkest night, he would always think of you. You are his home.

While walking along the street, Vernon checked the contents of his bag. He would often check the insides of his bag when he was already outside, a perk he does to secure that he has everything with him. At the bottom corner of the bag, there was a folded paper. He knew the note was yours, as he remembered that you had a small habit of leaving memos in your friend’s belongings. As he opened the note, he found himself running back to your home, knocking on your door and locking you in his arms, embracing you with all of his heart. Vernon thanked his stars, and this stressful morning, as he realized his worries were answered with your sincerity and with your own feelings as well.

“Vernon, even if you run away, always come back home. I love you.”

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fanfic-scribbles · 6 years ago

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(Don’t) Play It Again

Fandom: Supernatural

Summary: Everyone has that one song that they just can’t stand for whatever reason, regardless of how good, bad, or innocuous it actually is. For you, hearing that song is like getting a bucket of ice water dumped on your head.

Gabriel, of course, takes this as a challenge.

Quick facts: Romance – [established] Gabriel/Reader – Nondescript Reader

Warnings: Fluff, tildes (~) for scene breaks because Tumblr’s line breaks are nice in theory but that seems to be the only place they truly exist aside from on desktop sometimes

Words: 2512

A/N: WHEW I did not think I’d finish anything this week but I made it under the wire, even after a week from Hell with being really sick and taking someone else to the hospital. And then going to Wondercon today which, not bad, but tiring. Oh well; less whining. Here! Have a Gabriel/Reader fluffy-nonsense fic; I hope you enjoy it.

You wake to a chill where your skin meets the air and sunlight is just barely grazing the curtains. An arm slips around your stomach and pulls you back into a very warm, very bare chest. You smile as lips move from your shoulder to your earlobe.

“Gabr’l,” you say, mangling the word with a tongue still trying to sleep in the early morning hour. You wish your consciousness could claim the same.

“We have some time,” he says, still kissing with light brushes of his lips over your bare skin. “Before you have to get up and…ugh…be responsible.”

You laugh as the motions begin to tickle and the rest of your body begins to stir. Well, he has a point. Especially the ‘ugh’ part, so you're more than willing to add something nice to the morning…

Until the alarm goes off.

The alarm being the crappy clock radio by the side of the bed that tunes into the most static-riddled radio station you’ve heard playing that fucking song. You slam your hand on the top of the radio once, twice, but it isn’t until the fourth hit that the thing finally turns off and it’s too late– you’re very much awake now and very much not in a good mood. In any form or fashion.

“Uh…everything okay?” Gabriel asks, looking at you warily. If he wasn’t who he was you’d expect a splash of holy water or handful of salt.

“Yeah, I’m fine, just…out of the mood,” you say and sit up.

“What? Why?” Gabriel asks, on the edge of pouting. “Where do you have to go in such a hurry?”

You chuckle and give him a little kiss on the nose. He scrunches it in displeasure. “Sorry Gabriel,” you say and slip out of his hold to get dressed.

“Seriously, what did you set that alarm for?”

“The alarm was set well in advance so timing isn’t a problem. It’s that fucking song.” You stick out your tongue like it can get rid of the bad taste.

“The…song?” Gabriel sounds almost as confused as Castiel at his most angelic.

“I can’t stand that song. It’s just…” You shudder. “If I listen to it too much it puts me in a bad mood. Certainly knocks me right out of that mood, so that’s one more reason to hate it.”

“It’s…” Gabriel appears in front of you. “It’s just a song. It’s dumb, yeah, but you’ve listened to way worse.”

“Maybe.” You lean forward and kiss him again. “But it is what it is. Honestly, I cannot hate that song any more than I already do.”

Gabriel pouts and you laugh, leaving him to sulk quietly. He’ll get over it, you figure, because he always does. And hey– once you’re showered, maybe you’ll be up to making the morning a little better for the both of you.

And you do. However, you really should have chosen your earlier words more carefully.

“How’s it hangin’ sweetcheeks?”

You stop before you can take a bite and glance up with wary amusement, half-expecting Gabriel to be dressed in neon, or like a villain from an eighties teen movie. But Gabriel looks as Gabriel always tends to look– blending in. More or less.

“Hey.” Gabriel swipes a fry and waves it at you. “Johnny Lawrence has nothing on me.”

“Of course not,” you say as he starts eating your food. Somehow (“somehow”) the amount of fries remains the same. “Are you riding with me?”

“No.” Gabriel rolls his eyes. “I promised Castiel I’d help him with something.”

“What a nice big brother you are,” you say and laugh when he flicks a fry bit at you. Suddenly he appears next to you and kisses you deeply, salt melding and melting between your tongues.

Gabriel pulls back abruptly and winks. “Thanks for the snack, Sugar,” he says, and vanishes.

Shockingly, his disappearing act draws no notice. Well, Gabriel can be subtle. When he wants. So you just shake your head, pick up your burger, and prepare to take a bite.

That’s when you hear it.

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you say and drop your food. But no– it’s that song. And this stupid place has the volume up too loud for you to ignore it. You rifle through your bag but your headphones are nowhere to be found, of course. Thankfully, by the time you’re done searching, the song is at least almost over with.

Then the sound system glitches.

And it starts from the beginning.

“F–” You toss your food back in the bag and take it to go. Apparently it’s just one of those days.

A few hours later you’re driving to the next state over when The Song comes on the radio. On two different stations. You punch it off but that’s…weird. Really weird.

The road is straight, flat, and empty. You slip on your Bluetooth and make a call.

“Hey,” Dean answers, not short of breath or otherwise distressed. Good.

“Are you involved in whatever Cas needed Gabe’s help for?”

“Uh, yeah. He’s actually being pretty helpf–” Dean’s voice becomes fainter, like he’s turned away from the phone. Even though it’s a cell phone. You roll your eyes, but smile at Gabriel’s voice in the background. Your smile grows when Dean’s voice becomes clearer with, “–not going to tell them you love them! You got your own damn phone.” Dean huffs. “Anyway, what’d you want?”

“Tell Gabe I love him too.”

“Wh– I’m not going to–” There are kissy noises in the background but still relatively close and Dean swears. “You two are disgusting,” he says and hangs up.

You laugh and toss your earpiece onto the passenger seat. So, it’s not Gabriel then. You’ll have to tell him about all this later– far from being offended, he’ll probably get a kick out of it.

You’re speaking with a witness who might have information on whatever the hell you’re hunting, when some sort of instrument starts playing. If it was tuned you might have a shot at figuring out what it is. (A tuba? You think?)

“I’m sorry,” the woman says and winces at a…a very interesting note. “My Oliver has to practice for school.”

“I understand completely,” you say and open your notebook. “Now, you told–” In with discordant notes you can barely hear it, but once you do hear that song, you can’t stop hearing it no matter how badly the kid is trying to mangle it. “Son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“Oh, um, just a flash of insight,” you say quickly and scribble some nonsense on the page. You give the woman your kindest smile.

“Oh, well all right then,” she says and sits a little straighter. You carry on with the interview as the kid practices. And practices. And practices.

To his credit, the song does get more recognizable as time goes on.

By the end of the interview, your eye is twitching and Yvonne, the very nice lady who has inadvertently helped you identify someone within the police as the town’s source of problems, looks concerned. “Are you all right?”

“Job hazard,” you say and smile blandly. “Thank you for your time, ma’am.”

The song starts again, and you’re too tired to even grind your teeth. You really need to kill something.

What happens if you tear out a werewolf’s heart with your bare hands before you jam silver in it?

At first you assume the song is having a resurgence. Or maybe it never actually went away, you just got lucky. In either case, you’re hearing it a lot again.

Naturally, it is not putting you in the best mood.

“Are you okay?” Sam murmurs as you both sit at the bar, waiting for the monster du jour to take Dean’s bait.

“I’m fine,” you say and watch Dean work. He’s doing good, charming the pants right off the bitch who very obviously wants to drain him dry. But then the chorus starts and you twitch. “God I hope this nest is big. I want piles of heads. Piles.”

“Easy, Venom,” Sam says and you actually stare at him. He frowns. “I’m not completely out of the loop.”

You snort and go back to watching Dean. Though you try to tune out the song, it seeps into your consciousness regardless and Sam jabs you a couple of times to make you lighten up. When Dean and the vamp leave you have to slow up to keep off their heels.

You clear out half the nest on your own. Dean and Sam are impressed and frightened, respectively. Or both, equally.

You’re currently at a drive-in with Gabriel and channeling your inner rebellious fifties teenager. You have no idea what the movie’s about. It’s fantastic.

And then.

“What’s wrong?” Gabriel asks, ruffled in a way you wish you could appreciate.

But not right now. Those opening bars… He opens his mouth and you shush him. As the next notes come, you recognize it as a goddamn slow cover version of that fucking song. You let out a heavy sigh and try not to grind your teeth as you sink back into your seat.

“What just happened?” Gabriel asks, looking from you to the screen and back again.

“I, uh…” But irritation is rising and the mood is fading. You are tired. You are just…tired.

“It’s not–” Gabriel guffaws. “You're joking.”

“I. Wish.”

Gabriel makes a ‘tsk’ noise and leans in closer to you. “Come on; I’ll take your mind off of it.”

“No.”

“But–”

“Gabriel.”

Sufficiently convinced that no, you’re not kidding, he sits back in his seat, and glares straight ahead. His hands, once roving over your body, are folded under his crossed arms, and his lips, just moments ago grazing your skin, are furrowed into a pout.

You hate that you can literally say that this song is now ruining your life.

However.

Maybe less than a week later you’re in a movie theater, suffering through that same mediocre film and posing as an usher as you scout a potential haunting. But when the scene comes on…the song doesn’t play.

Hm.

It’s a nice day in the library. A quiet one. As of late, Dean won’t even play his own music around you, just in case. You figure it’s better that way. And today, working around Dean and Sam and Cas, the silence is nice.

At some point, though, Cas starts humming. That’s…strange. He keeps his face in his book while you, Sam, and Dean all trade confused and bewildered looks. And the way Cas is humming is very mechanical– like he’s trying to remember each note as he gets to it. You and Sam smile, and Dean rolls his eyes but you see a smile start to form before he puts his head back down. You and Sam follow suit, and while you’re cleaning up a clumsy translation, you let the song filter through your brain in the background. It sounds so familiar, you just can’t place–

Wait.

“Son of a bitch!” you hiss and slam your book shut hard enough to make the table rattle and Sam and Dean jump.

“Uh oh,” Dean mutters as Cas slowly lifts his head.

“Are you all right?” Cas asks, somewhat wary.

Not wary enough, but you do your breathing exercises. “I’m fine. Castiel…” You breathe deep. “That’s an…interesting song.”

“It is,” Cas says and looks thoughtful. “Very ‘catchy.’ That’s the word, right?”

“Mm hm. That’s…a word,” you say and steadfastly stare at your project. It goes back to being quiet.

Then Cas starts again, and your pencil snaps in your hand.

“Uh, Cas, let’s–” Sam clears his throat and bumps the table when he scrambles to get up. “Cas, can I talk to you? Somewhere else?”

“I suppose so,” Cas says slowly and stands.

“I’ll help,” Dean says, closing his laptop and backing away from you like you’re a hungry tiger. Sam and Dean then basically run away with Cas caught in between them.

You sigh and let your forehead fall against the table. This has got to end. Soon.

You don’t let anything musical come on for a solid week. The alarm buzzes, you drive with only the wind rushing past your ears, and the TV gets muted ASAP. The things you can’t control– stores, homes, cars with a broken volume button– you…handle. So far, you haven’t heard it again, but you stay on edge, just waiting.

“You look like a live wire, Sugarplum.” Gabriel cracks his fingers and wiggles them. “C’mere and let me work out some of those kinks. And then we can work out a different set of kinks.”

Tempting. You’d very much like to work out some tension, but you’re just not up for it. Gabriel is a good time– and a very involved time. “No thanks, Gabe; I’m really tired.”

“I could energize you,” he offers and reaches, but you dodge him quickly, if clumsily.

“Thanks, but all I need is some sleep,” you say and blow him a kiss. “Good night, Gabriel,” you say, shut off the lights, and go to bed.

You hope the message is received.

Several days later, after you’ve moved on from the last hunt, you wake up to a song on the radio. Your stomach sinks in dread, but what’s playing is…pleasant. It’s not that song. As far from that song as possible. It’s not your favorite, but the sound of it is benign and the memory of it is…

“May I have this dance?” Gabriel asks, leaning over you and kissing your neck.

You smile as he trails kisses on your skin. “If you had been a real, actual trickster, I probably would have been dead. You were so smooth.”

“Not even a demi-god could have killed you,” he says.

You chuckle and turn over to kiss him. “Still are smooth.”

“I was hoping you’d notice,” he says, eyes glinting in the light. “No hunts lined up today, right?”

“No helping Cas with his mysterious project?”

“Completely done.”

You eye him. “Completely, one-hundred percent, done done?”

“Done forever,” Gabriel says. He affects innocence so well sometimes you can only hope you’re speaking the same language right now, but then his lips cover yours and, well, you’re certainly speaking the same language there.

You break for air and Gabriel looks pretty pleased with himself. You smile and hover just in front of his mouth. “Hey Gabriel?”

“Hmmmmm?”

You trail a finger down his chest. “Every second I hear that song will be a week you feel without me touching you. Comprende?”

“Si, mi amor,” Gabriel says and a painfully fake moustache appears on his face, fresh out of Casa Erotica.

“Ew, I finally found something worse than that song,” you say and start to pull back, but Gabriel drags you back in. You laugh, he gets rid of the moustache, and you both spend the rest of the morning making out to the sounds of the song that played when you first met.

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all-sortsa-stuff · 7 years ago

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The swing of your hips

Prompt from @ididntasktogetmadedidi : The reader is an actress working on the set with Tom for the new movie and the director keeps getting annoyed because she naturally sways her hips a lot. Tom decides to help out, because god damn those hips of hers and what they do to him.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 2512

Warning: Smut, language

You slammed the door of your apartment. It was late and you had just had a long “discussion” with Tom about the status of… well whatever the hell this was. He did not want to pursue a relationship with you even though there was definite chemistry between you. The excuse was “it is too difficult to maintain a work relationship with a romantic one. Perhaps when we aren’t working together.”

If that was how he wanted it, fine. You would maintain a strictly professional relationship with him while filming. After filming you would go on to your next project and not have to deal with seeing him every bloody day. If you were not good enough for him to be with now, then he did not deserve to have you anytime. That was the thought you went to sleep with that night. Though your heart was still hurting.

Getting ready the next morning for the early call, you tried to keep your positive attitude. With coffee in hand, you walked towards your trailer determined to smile and greet every person who crossed your path. Even Tom, as he stood talking to one of the producers. They both looked up as you walked by; you shared that determined smirk with them. “Good morning boys. Lovely day isn’t it?”

Tom nodded his head in your direction looking as though he was trying to gauge your mood. Expecting to see a sad, emotional woman, he got quite the opposite. You looked bright and happy wearing a pair of jeans that hugged your curves in all the right places. When you were younger having curvy hips and ass had been somewhat of a problem for you. It had been one of your insecurities. However, since becoming an actor you embraced it. Especially now when Tom could not take his eyes off your hips as you walked by. Putting an extra swing in your step, you winked at him over your shoulder as you passed by. He huffed a moment, before shaking his head and returning to the conversation.

Preparing for your morning call, you reread your lines ensuring you had everything memorized as your hair was being done. Stepping out of the trailer in your costume, you made your way towards the set. Half way there, Tom had caught up with you whispering in your ear. “What are you playing at? I thought we had settled things.”

Settled things? Really? Idiot… “I am not playing at anything. You don’t want a relationship with me. So I am going about my life and my job. What, did you expect me to do? Sit home, crying? Sorry Hiddleston, that ain’t me.” You left him to stare at you as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. The rest of the morning passed quickly with the cast and crew finishing two important scenes without an issue. Both you and Tom were complete professionals acting as though nothing was bothering you. Though you could tell, he was having difficulty maintaining his composure between scenes. Before the previous night’s “discussion”, you would spend time together during breaks, running lines, eating and just enjoying the other’s company.

Today that did not happen. You went back to your trailer a few times; made sure your makeup and hair were perfect and even ate at one of the tables by yourself as you played on your phone. On the outside to everyone, you looked perfectly fine. On the inside, you missed being around Tom terribly, but this is what he wanted.

Tom was not faring any better. He did not think in his attempt to keep a professional manner with you that it would also entail losing any personal contact. Not hearing your laugh at one of his lame jokes or you stealing a piece of his lunch caused an ache in his chest that he was not enjoying. Perhaps he had been hasty in his decision to distance himself from you. So many times in the past, relationships started on set had come back to bite him hard on the ass. Now the only thing he wanted to do was the same thing to you.

Twice during the break for lunch, you had caught Tom staring at you. You would smile sweetly at him and go back to doing whatever you were doing. It was driving him crazy. The afternoon scenes did not follow the same trend at the morning. Several times the director had to stop the scene to tell you to stop swaying your hips. In the scene your character was supposed to be devastated over the loss of her sister and Tom’s character was supposed to be comforting you. But whenever you walked away, your hips would swing portraying something completely different than what the scene required.

Tom would rub his face after the scene was stopped and the director by the third time was growing aggravated. You apologized profusely and promised it would not happen again. Somehow, you were able to finish the afternoon without his head exploding. Though perhaps just barely. Leaving the set as quickly as possible, you wanted to get home to have a glass of wine before you irritated anyone else. The director sat in his chair replaying parts of the scenes to decide if they would need to be reshot the next day. As Tom walked by, he grabbed his arm lightly.

“Tom, man talk to [Y/N]. She needs to tone it down so we can get this finished. I don’t have the time to keep stopping because she doesn’t know she is doing it. She needs to focus.” Tom agreed, telling him he would talk to you this evening.

You were leaning back on the couch with a glass of white wine in hand. Staring up at the ceiling now for a good thirty minutes, you replayed the day in your mind. Tomorrow you would have to do better before they remove you completely from the film. A knock on the front door pulled you from your thoughts. Glass in hand you looked through the peephole seeing Tom there. You sighed loudly before opening the door. “I know, I will try harder tomorrow. You could have just texted me instead of driving all the way over here.”

Tom frowned looking down at you. “I’d rather tell you in person. You are supposed to focus and tone it down, I believe it what he said.”

Rolling your eye you leaned your head against the door. “Yes. I will focus and tone it down. Happy?”

“Not really. Can I come in?” He actually wanted to come in? What for? Groaning internally, you stepped back allowing him to move past you. Closing the door quietly you turned back towards him. Completely not expecting to be pushed up against the door with a heated kiss. The glass in your hand fell to the floor, forgotten for the moment. “I wanted to forget this, forget what is building here. But you won’t let me.”

He kissed you again, his tongue pushing and playing against yours. His body pressing further against you. It felt like there was no air to breathe but him. Your arms slid around his neck as you leaned against his chest. “Those damn hips of yours, I swear to God I am going to leave my mark all over them.” The threat caused a shiver to run down your spine. You had to pull back and push him away from you, walking past him. Your fingers on your lips, feeling the burning heat he had caused.

“You came here to what? Fuck me then go back to ‘just professional’? As much as I want you, and oh my God do I want you, I don’t sleep around. It isn’t worth the heart ache.” The pounding of your heart made it hard to breath, as the throbbing between your legs made it hard to think.

“You think I came here for just a roll in the sack? I cannot bloody stop thinking about you. Do you know how frustrating that is?”

Rolling your eyes again, you crossed your arms over your chest. ‘Oh no I have no clue what that’s like.’ You thought, sarcastically to yourself.

“And if you actually think I would let anyone else touch you in the way I plan on touching you, you have gone mad. You are mine.” That was it, you were lost. Two steps was all it took and you were in his arms again, kissing as though your lives depended on it. “Where is your bed?”

You giggled as he nipped down your neck. “Second door after the kitchen.” Tom picked you up, threw you over his shoulder before walking towards the bedroom. You squealed your delight as he slapped your ass once to calm you. Of course it did not work.

“Quiet it before I have to do something drastic.” Laughing this time, he threw you down onto the bed.

“I think I like drastic.” Tom smirked as he laid beside you on the bed. Kissing you deeply and running his hand over your hip. It was not long before your clothes were strewn about the room. He still had his clothes on which was starting to frustrate you. You wanted to feel his bare skin against yours. Pulling his shirt over his head took little time but as you tried to remove his pants, he stopped you. “Oh no darling that is as far as you get for now. Until I get what I want.” He pinned one of your hands to the bed as he traveled down lower. Stealing a kiss from your lips before running his warm wet tongue down your neck.

He nipped at your collarbone leaving a pink mark before traveling down to your breasts. The torture he inflicted there had you swearing all sorts of colorful words at him. He teased first with his tongue, letting it swirl around lightly before taking the nipple into his mouth. Sucking gently before increasing the pressure to bring all the blood and color to it. Then he bit lightly causing you to moan. He repeated that on the other breast while still pinning your one arm down. Your free hand ran through his thick hair, he was going to make you cum just from that if he continued.

After finishing his fun with your breasts his mouth traveled even lower. Tom let go of your hand to grip your hips with a bruising force. His fingers dug into your skin and you could not wait to see the marks in the mirror in the morning. He sucked and bit, leaving dark marks over each hip ensuring the it would be days before they faded away. “You don’t know the thoughts I’ve had of these being wrapped around me. Of marking them and fucking you into oblivion.”

“Just do it, all of it. Don’t stop.” You words were breathless as you pressed your hips against his face. Tom laughed a low, dark laugh. The sound was pure sex in itself. Pushing your thighs wide, he gave one last bite to your inner thigh before concentrating on more sensitive places. That evil tongue of his circled your clit in a way, forcing you to call out his name as your hips pressed against his mouth. He smiled increasing the pace and the pressure, eliciting more of the sounds that were causing his cock to harden into steel in his jeans. Enough so that he had to unbutton them, and pull it free before he caused himself pain.

That only took a moment before he went back to teasing you to no end. He slipped one finger into your pussy feeling just how wet you had become for him. “Oh darling so ready for me.” Sitting back, he grabbed your hips again to turn you over. It happened so quickly and you were prepared to let him do anything he pleased. Tom pulled your ass high into the air as he pressed your head down against the bed. One thumb went to rub over your clit as his tongue slipped into your pussy, moving in a circle tasting you. “You taste so sweet. So very sweet.”

All the movement and the words, the sensations were getting to be too much. You were not going to be able to last for much longer. “Tom… fuck… I’m going too…”

“Shhh, just feel it.” His thumb had picked up pace, as his tongue went deep. The feeling started to build deep in your belly until it reached that point of no return. You screamed out his name as your body shook against him. He grinned wickedly a moment before sitting up and moving behind you, slamming his cock deep inside you as you came.

“Fuck Tom…” You could feel his jeans brushing against your thighs as he moved within you. Oh, the sight it must be, his naked ass, with his jeans pushed down enough so he could fuck you. What had you gotten yourself into? Whatever it was, you were so glad you did.

Gripping your hips tight, he slide himself in and out of you. Thrusting at a pace that would probably have you screaming again in the not far future. “[Y/N], how is it… you feel so damned good?” You pushed back against him wanting to feel every bit of him. For that, you were rewarded with a slap to one of your ass cheeks. The handprint now flaming on your ass stung but it only turned you on further. When you pushed again another slap to the other cheek. “I told you I would mark you all over.”

Tom had bent low to growl into your ear. Then he bit hard onto your shoulder causing you to cry out. “That’s my girl.” A lot of makeup would be necessary to cover that mark tomorrow. His thrusts quickened as one hand returned to grip your hip. The other slipped into your hair to grab a handful, pulling you back further onto his cock. Damn the man, he knew how to drive you crazy. It would not be long now.

You gripped the sheets of the bed as you arched your back letting him slide as deep as he could. That wonderful sensation building again, though far quicker this time until you screamed out, shuddering against him. Tom was not far behind as your release fueled his own, especially feeling your wetness trickle down between your cheeks.

“Fuck, [Y/N]… Yes…” He groaned, his thrusts slowing but harder, wanting to draw out the feeling inside you as long as he could. When he had finished, both of you fell onto the bed, breathing hard.

“Yeah… I am yours. Sure as hell not letting you go after that.” Tom grinned with a half an attempt at a laugh. You lifted your head to look at the half-naked man on your bed. Fuck, it really was sexy as hell, with his ass hanging out of his jeans.

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